During collecting pictures of awful cruelty and unique beauty for his experimental high-contrast black-and-white documentary for seven years, capturing one-off moments through the eyes of women all around the world while they are testifying in nine languages true stories of barbarism, murder and acts of violence, from knee-capping of traitors among Ireland's militants to terrorism in idyllic African villages, from snipers of Sarajevo to anti-immigrant letter-bomb attacks in Vienna crowned the director Knauff with some of the most sublime succession of images in documentary film-making, which is in-between a cinematographic essay and a poem without a translucent storyline.
The result is marvellous: as if the director entrances you during the film and awakens you in the darkness of theatre, once you are outside you see more, you listen more, you think more than you do.
The result is marvellous: as if the director entrances you during the film and awakens you in the darkness of theatre, once you are outside you see more, you listen more, you think more than you do.
